January 11th
I fell in love with you
the way you fall asleep—
slowly,
then all at once.
At first, I wasn’t sure it was happening,
just a quiet hum beneath the surface.
But then it hit me,
like a tidal wave,
as I held your sweating forehead
in that doctor’s office in Mérida.
It smacked me across the face,
like the universe whispering,
“How could you not have known?
It’s been this way since the day you met him.”
The realization washed over me,
unforgiving and absolute.
There was no going back,
no pretending I hadn’t seen
the truth of what my heart had known all along.
The same way tears filled my eyes
when we pulled up to that yellow hacienda.
I told you I didn’t know why—
but my heart felt so happy.
I couldn’t compute then
what my soul had already decided.
That was January 11th.
That was the day I fell madly in love with you.
When I looked at that yellow hacienda,
its gliding white staircases leading upward,
all I could see was us—
tux and gown,
committing to forever.
And just like that,
there was no other way.
Only you,
only us.






























































































